Vieja Recova
La otra noche mientras iba
Caminando como un curda
Tranco a tranco, solo y triste
Recorriendo el veredón
Sentí el filo de una pena
Que del lado de la zurda
Se empeñaba, traicionera
En tajearme el corazón
Entre harapos lamentables
Una pobre limosnera
Sollozando sus desgracias
A mi lado se acercó
Y al tirarle unas monedas
A la pobre pordiosera
Vi que el rostro avergonzado
Con las manos se tapó
Vieja recova
Rinconada de su vida
La encontré sola y perdida
Como una muestra fatal
La mala suerte
Le jugó una carta brava
Se le dio vuelta la taba
La vejez la derrotó
Vieja recova
Si vieras, cuánto dolor
Yo la he visto, cuando moza
Ir tejiendo fantasías
Con sus sueños de alto vuelo
Y sus noches de champán
Pobrecita, quién pensara
Los finales de su vida
Y la trágica limosna
Vergonzante que hoy le dan
Me alejé, vieja recova
De su lado. Te imaginas
Amiguita de otros tiempos
Qué dolor llegué a sentir
Lo que ayer fuera grandeza
Hoy mostraba sólo ruinas
Y a unas lágrimas porfiadas
No las pude desmentir
Vieja recova
Rinconada de su vida
La encontré sola y perdida
Como una muestra fatal
La mala suerte
Le jugó una carta brava
Se le dio vuelta la taba
La vejez la derrotó
Vieja recova
Si vieras, cuánto dolor
Old Flea Market
The other night as I was
Stumbling like a drunk
Step by step, alone and sad
Walking through the sidewalk
I felt the edge of a sorrow
That from the left side
Insisted, treacherous
On slashing my heart
Among pitiful rags
A poor beggar
Sobbing her misfortunes
Approached me
And as I threw her some coins
To the poor beggar
I saw her ashamed face
Covered with her hands
Old flea market
Cornered by her life
I found her alone and lost
Like a fatal sample
Bad luck
Dealt her a tough hand
The tables turned
Old age defeated her
Old flea market
If you could see, so much pain
I have seen her, when young
Weaving fantasies
With her dreams of high flight
And her nights of champagne
Poor thing, who would have thought
The endings of her life
And the tragic alms
Shameful that they give her today
I walked away, old flea market
From her side. Can you imagine
Friend from other times
How much pain I felt
What was once greatness
Today showed only ruins
And to some stubborn tears
I couldn't deny them
Old flea market
Cornered by her life
I found her alone and lost
Like a fatal sample
Bad luck
Dealt her a tough hand
The tables turned
Old age defeated her
Old flea market
If you could see, so much pain
Escrita por: E. Cadicamo / R. Sciammarella